The anger grows larger than the hurt.
The tide changes, disappointment floats away.
Resentment seeps in deep, to the marrow, and takes it's place.

I read our past conversation to remind myself
How your every words is like a home we built in a desert
How the every part of you is like an oasis,
The only thing that make a desert comforting.
But as the days pass by,
I start to wonder.
What am I doing in a desert in the first place?

To the luckiest man on earth
Since you catched her first
I'm willing to let my heart shattered
Crumbled into dust and carried away by the winds
Following the moving air until it can't be seen

To the luckiest man
Her protector
Take care of her
And never let her to get hurt
Or else I will press your skull against a fast moving propeller

To that luckiest man
Or more likely her favourite man
I can guarantee your bondings will be forever
Because I sent your relationship with my prayers
So the both of you will always be together